[log] Event: Metamorphosis, Part Three

[snowblindmods]

Characters: everyone
Location: all around town; note location in subject line
Date: Night 415 onward; note time in subject line
Summary: They break out and they wake up.
Warnings: extreme body horror, unreality, eldritch horror, absolutely definitely 100% include warnings in subject lines/before your comment if the subject line isn't long enough

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[jumpthegun]

[Why is she like this? He tries to drag himself more swiftly down the tunnels, hand slapping against the metal.]

You're mad. I can't... Mary? Where's Mary? She'd be an anomaly, too. She's dead. Should find her.

[His brain is on fire, and she'll cool it off. John is sure.]

[clowngirl]

[Her insides twist, both metaphorically and literally, at Mary's mention. What she is now struggles with what she was, and for a moment she looks pained. Her voice too seems to blend back into some semblance of normalcy.]

You neeD to FiNd her. You love her.

[The bunch of gathered nonsense that is her form solidifies for the moment, and bolts into something close to a run.]

Find her, find her, find her! C'mon!

[jumpthegun]

[C'mon, she says, and John tries to run after her, to crawl after her as quickly as he can. There are thuds behind the other anomaly as John tries to follow. He finds that when he's focused, when he has a direction, something to reach toward, he can move faster, his limbs align for it.]

Wait! Wait! I can't... you're too fast!

[clowngirl]

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

[Sorry, John, Harley's anomaly shows no immediate signs of slowing down. The excitement of a new purpose propels her forward and the only promise she has of stopping is when the next shiny new thing distracts her. He may lose her.]

[jumpthegun]

[He can't hurry. John struggles to keep up, but in the end, his body just can't. He's left behind.

He's alone.]